It is in the nature of clouds to hang high in the sky, <br />To cover the face of the sun with arrogance so stubborn, <br />To twist hope and fortune of man with its power on rain, <br />To enter with a stampede in thunderous claps to humanity, <br />Cooling the spheres with its Sun fettering power, <br />Clouds come forcefully as if they will wane not, <br />They catapult the times into a frenzy of no measure, <br />Cloud of Omar Khayyam in the skies of Nishpaur <br />Showered town tremors in the arts of Arabia <br />Rubiyats and Rubiyats to a thousand fold, <br />Paving way for others in the English azure; <br />Shakespeare William the thievish bard of John <br />He stole the political papyrus of King Lear <br /> From indolent European in the English Shires, <br />Ejaculating lyrics and Pindarics in rape of Lucrece, <br />Until the times came to its unbelievable exit <br />From the stage reigned only by culturally mighty <br /> At the glorious hamlet of Stratford-upon-Avon, <br />Just has his master cloud solemnly disappeared, <br />Into the Arabic death gardens of Omar Khayyam, <br />It is indeed the true nature of all clouds <br />To appear with flamboyant spirit of tyranny <br />But only to disappear later like tail of snake.<br /><br />alexander opicho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-of-clouds/
